The fire? [It is blazing rather nicely.] I started it this morning with paper for kindling and a chair to feed it! Though it only burns so merrily with the help of one I know who is... gifted in keeping fires burning.
[She might see Loki in the background, with his hands very clearly in the fire.]
[How on earth does Jormungandr keep showing up everywhere Thor is?
...Well. Loki. But Thor feels like there's no one in Mayfield he sees more. Moreover, Jormungandr has been more and more of a problem lately - alternating saving Thor's life with ending it, breaking his nose out of spite with fighting beside him in the apocalypse. It's frustrating to have that kind of problem in his living room.
He approaches Jormungandr with a beer in his hand as peace offering - rule one of sharing a winter mead-hall, even one like this, is that some semblance of peace be maintained, for the mutual good of all trapped inside by snow.]
[...of course Thor would walk over. Of course he would. Jormungandr eyes the beer cautiously for a moment, fully aware of the tension between them.
But he takes the beer anyway. No sense making a bad situation worse, no matter how interesting that could be. He takes one sip and manages not to make a face. He's probably not going to be finishing it.
He looks back to Thor. Well? Is there a reason you're still here?]
[It's well he didn't make a face - that would be as good as insulting Thor's hospitality. He doesn't feel like sticking around to give him an opportunity to do that, so he only adds--]
There's food as well, courtesy of the Lady Hellsing - thank her, if you partake.
[And with a nod, he'll go off to other members of the party. Unless Jormungandr calls after him, he'll not look back - he's not entirely sure he doesn't want a little violence, and that would be horribly inhospitable.
[Aurora and Baldr are here, and for some reason, Izumo got dragged along too. Though it's a little more raucous than she likes, it's pretty warm--warm enough for her to finally unwind the scarf around her neck and strip off those mittens.]
[A goat just disappeared before her eyes and she is staring in mild disbelief.]
[Thor's not one to let a wallflower sit alone - he sees Izumo, staring at where a moment ago Tanngnjóstr had been chewing on someone's discarded coat, and has to grin at her expression as he approaches.]
He'll be back, child! I thought I'd lost him when first he vanished this morning - but he's done it a dozen times since then!
[Bundled up warmly, Integra arrives bearing a lidded dutch oven in her arms. The hound sits at her side, obediently holding covered basket in his teeth.]
[He opens the door to her, looking at the dutch oven with some curiosity - he has no idea what it is, but he can feel the warmth coming off of it.
The dog, however, is a source of some hesitation - he frowns at it, and glances into the living room, where Tanngrisnir is visible, chewing on the arm of a chair.]
The beast is welcome as well - but I'll see not see my goats harmed, Sir Hellsing!
You needn't worry about him- [and she indicates the hound with a nod] -Baskerville knows better than to bother the living.
I've brought ale and cider to make wassail, and enough Irish stew to feed an army.
[As if in response to her assertion, Baskerville gives both goats an appraising eye and promptly sneezes. Thus disinterested, he shadows his master inside.]
[That's good enough for Thor - he'll keep an eye on the hound, but no more than on any of his other guests. The goats, for their part, don't seem bothered. And he's more interested in the contents of what she's carrying.]
Then you've earned your place in my hall a hundred times over! Come in, and we'll make a proper feast of it.
[He moves to take the oven from her, out of a mix of politeness and haste - the sooner it gets on the fire, the better.]
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P-please restrain your goats.
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[Well, after that thing with the goat, she just has to take a quick look in.]
[She finds what might be the most accurate indoor recreation of Huldra's feast she has ever seen, barring the instances that had used real magic.]
Any tips on how to build the bonfire?
[Since she's going to go back home and build one herself.]
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The fire? [It is blazing rather nicely.] I started it this morning with paper for kindling and a chair to feed it! Though it only burns so merrily with the help of one I know who is... gifted in keeping fires burning.
[She might see Loki in the background, with his hands very clearly in the fire.]
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...Well. Loki. But Thor feels like there's no one in Mayfield he sees more. Moreover, Jormungandr has been more and more of a problem lately - alternating saving Thor's life with ending it, breaking his nose out of spite with fighting beside him in the apocalypse. It's frustrating to have that kind of problem in his living room.
He approaches Jormungandr with a beer in his hand as peace offering - rule one of sharing a winter mead-hall, even one like this, is that some semblance of peace be maintained, for the mutual good of all trapped inside by snow.]
Thirsty, serpent?
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But he takes the beer anyway. No sense making a bad situation worse, no matter how interesting that could be. He takes one sip and manages not to make a face. He's probably not going to be finishing it.
He looks back to Thor. Well? Is there a reason you're still here?]
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There's food as well, courtesy of the Lady Hellsing - thank her, if you partake.
[And with a nod, he'll go off to other members of the party. Unless Jormungandr calls after him, he'll not look back - he's not entirely sure he doesn't want a little violence, and that would be horribly inhospitable.
...Maybe after a few beers.]
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[A goat just disappeared before her eyes and she is staring in mild disbelief.]
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He'll be back, child! I thought I'd lost him when first he vanished this morning - but he's done it a dozen times since then!
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[He gives her a grin-- but she doesn't seem to be much in a mood for joking. A pity.]
In truth, they warm the hall better than we alone could - Mayfield has given us no furs, so we must borrow theirs to beat back the chill!
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Man, I dink by node id gunna fall off.
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Hngh.
...Were there always goats in this house or am I starting to hallucinate?
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Thor gives his not!son a cheerful clap on the back, sitting down next to him and proffering a bottle of beer.]
Lost the battle with the winter, eh, boy? Here-- this'll make the evening a merrier one for you!
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Uh.
You know I'm fourteen, right?
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Aye, and small for that! This'll make a man of you.
[Legal drinking age in medieval Scandinavia? "Old enough to hold a drinking-horn."]
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Mind the extra company?
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[He opens the door to her, looking at the dutch oven with some curiosity - he has no idea what it is, but he can feel the warmth coming off of it.
The dog, however, is a source of some hesitation - he frowns at it, and glances into the living room, where Tanngrisnir is visible, chewing on the arm of a chair.]
The beast is welcome as well - but I'll see not see my goats harmed, Sir Hellsing!
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I've brought ale and cider to make wassail, and enough Irish stew to feed an army.
[As if in response to her assertion, Baskerville gives both goats an appraising eye and promptly sneezes. Thus disinterested, he shadows his master inside.]
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Then you've earned your place in my hall a hundred times over! Come in, and we'll make a proper feast of it.
[He moves to take the oven from her, out of a mix of politeness and haste - the sooner it gets on the fire, the better.]
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